Chapter 3: Chapter III - The Unexpected Visit.
*Ana POV*
I hear it ring and with each ring, the excitement within me intensifies that bit more.
Then, his voice.
I freeze but a second later I realise it's his prerecorded voice for his voicemail.
"Hi, you have reached my number. I may be unavailable at this time due to work reasons, or - more realistically - my phone might be dead, please don't hesitate to leave me a message if necessary, thank you...". A loud beep identifies the end of his prerecorded voice.
I find myself blushing. I missed his voice, but it's now his voice that makes me miss him even more. I want to see him again, in person.
I hang up the call before dialling his number once again.
It rings a couple of times before I am, once again, sent to the voicemail. I listen to the whole message, I listen to his voice. This time, I decide I want to leave him a message.
Moments later, the beep sounds and I begin...
"Umm... hi, James... I just wanted to..." I feel myself freeze, what do I say!? "I... I..." I sound only seconds later, "ah fuck...". With my mutter, I press the red button on my phone and I try again.
Seconds pass before it enters voicemail and a few more seconds pass before the loud beep sounds and I go again...
"Umm, hi James, Ana here... in case if this phone number does not seem familiar to you. I just wanted to see how you are... umm... so... how are you?... I'm good if that is what you were going to ask me..." I pause before letting out a sigh. "But not as good as when I am with you..." I say, not believing how freely I just said that. "I... I miss you... very much... I can't help but wonder if you feel the same about me... if you miss me too...".
Then my mind goes blank. "I... I..." I begin, searching for a topic. "I hope you have a good stay in Belgrade... I guess me wishing that I could see you again would be a bit too much of a wish..." I end my words with a giggle.
I find myself, once again, walking around my living room.
"Anyways, that is all that I wanted to say. I wanted to see how you are and if everything is okay. I also read that letter... you have a really beautiful way with words..." I say. "But how do you know I don't like being woken up?... Actually, I don't think anybody likes being woken up, so scrap that question..." I giggle, but then I shake my head. I am taking too long. "Sorry, this message must be very long by now, so I am going to finish now... I just... I really want to see you in person again..." I then once again pause as I look down at my legs that rub my carpet.
"Anyways... that is all I have to say... see you- I mean, probably not really, but I am hoping I'll get to see you, you know...". A sigh escapes my lips. "Bye..." I say before distancing my phone from my ear and press the red button.
*James POV*
The whole message got my smiling. I enjoyed it so much, I had to listen to it again and afterwards again and again after that. I had to hear her voice again, I missed her soft voice. Listening to her voice makes me want to see her again and by the sounds of it, she wants to see me too.
I was about to call her when I stop in my tracks. I look at my phone, at her number and a smile forms on my face.
I thought of a surprise... and the more I think of it, the more I like it.
*Ana POV*
After unpacking my stuff from my luggage, I walk into my living room before I sit down on my sofa. My eyes land on my phone on the table. I wonder if James saw my message...
I grab it before going turning it on, I don't see any notifications. I let out a silent sigh before putting my phone on the sofa beside me. I then proceed to fish the remote for the tv from the table.
Turning the tv on, I surf through a couple of channels. Then I stumble upon a crime channel. Since I love these types of investigative programmes, it easily manages to grab my full attention, so I leave it on.
Ten minutes in, a knock interrupts my watch. I look at the door before standing up and walking over to the door.
Once I opened the door, it revealed Andrea. Immediately she attacks me with a mighty hug.
"Wow, has it been long..." she mutters under her breath.
"It defiantly has..." I reply, hugging her back.
"I missed you so much... puno si mi nedostajala... (I missed you a lot...)," Andrea says before we both part from our hug.
Seeing the snow only getting heavier, I close the door shut and lock it.
"It's snowing like crazy..." I say, looking at Andrea who is taking off her shoes right beside me. From there, we both make our way towards the sofa.
"Yeah, it just began to snow now..." she replied as we both sat on the big sofa which I had my butt on only seconds ago.
"Is this that CSI shit?" she asks.
"For your information, it's not shit... it's actually very good," I reply, looking at her. Her smiling causes me to break into a smile. "Also no, it's Criminal Investigation or something like that.".
"Anyways..." she begins. I see her cross her legs as she gets comfortable. "... Tell me, who is this boy you have come across?".
I don't notice, but the smile on my lips begins to recceed.
I swallow whatever is in my mouth. I look up at her just to see that her smile too dropped ever so slightly. "Before we begin, do you want to drink anything?" I ask.
"Water, please..." she says.
I stand up, but just as I was about to walk away, her voice stops me. "We don't have to talk about him if you don't want to...". I turn towards her just to see that sympathetic smile on her face.
"No..." I begin before taking in a breath. I look down at my feet before finishing my sentence, "it's fine... I don't mind really...".
"I can see that you are hurting..." Andrea says softly.
I let out an odd chuckle or two. She is correct. I turn around so that she won't see the tears that swell in my eyes.
"I'm... I'm going to get over him..." I say, the words I say cause my heart to ache.
"I know you will..." she replies. Her words cause me to stop for a brief second, I think over her words.
'Will I get over him?' I ask myself. But then I realise where I am.
Quickly, I walk into my kitchen before getting a glass. Twisting the sink faucet, I let the water run for a minute or so. I use the running water to rinse out the glass before filling it up with water. Once full, I close the faucet before heading back to Andrea.
Thankfully by the time I get back to her, the tears in my eyes have retreated.
I hand her over the glass before taking my seat beside her.
I see her taking a gulp of water before resting the glass down onto the coffee table in front of us.
"So..." she begins. I note the gentle smirk that grows on her lips. "How was Germany? How was your flight? Was the plane comfortable? How was the food?...".
She manages to make me giggle with all of her questions.
"You want to ask me about that guy, don't you?" I ask, smiling at her. I try to keep that smile on my face.
She stays silent. "Yeah... but only if you are comfortable with talking about him...".
"Oh, I don't mind talking about him... it's just, he managed to grow on me so fast. He... he did some really romantic things. He really has a way with words..." I say, chuckling before I feel a tear run down my face. I quickly rub it away. "But... I... I will..." I stop.
"What?" Andrea asks, closing up to me.
"He left me his phone number, so we might keep in touch. But what is the point? He will be in Los Angeles, calling me, while I'll be here. Or in Germany..." I say.
"Wait, is he an American?" she asks.
I shake my head. "He is Irish...".
She giggles before taking her glass into her hands. Then she lays back onto the sofa.
"What?" I ask, seeing all the amusement patched on her face.
She once again giggles. "Imagine the size of his pecker...".
"Andrea!?" I say, widening my eyes, but at the same time, breaking into a smile. "You are such a perv..." I add seconds later.
"You know well that I am not the only one..." she replies, the smile on her lips only growing bigger.
"Me?" I ask her.
"Yeah, you. Who else??" she asks, giggling along with me. "You are lucky you came across one..." she says seconds later before taking a sip of her drink.
"Why is that so?".
She giggles at me. "You don't know?".
"Am I supposed to know something about Irish people-"
"Men." Andrea intervenes before I could finish.
I look at her for a moment or two. "Where is this heading, Andrea??".
"Nowhere really, only that I have heard that Irish have big... you know what..." she says as I try so hard to keep a straight face.
"And..." I begin. "What's the matter if he has it big or small..." I know where this will end. Sex talk.
She raises her eyebrow at me. "Girl... have you ever had sex??" she asks.
"I have... yes..." I reply.
Suddenly, Andrea's smile drops ever so slightly. "I... I'm sorry I asked..." she replied. I guess she remembered the time I called her when I lost my virginity to Igor. Aka, my ex-douchebag.
"Oh, it's fine. I'm over him. I'm just angry that I didn't see through him. I guess I was blinded by love?".
"Well... it happens to the best of us..." she replies.
Then a knock interrupts us.
*Knock knock knock*
"Who is that..." I ask under my breath.
"Are Milica or Teodora meant to come?" she asks me.
I shrug at her, "maybe, I don't know...".
Quickly, I get onto my feet before heading over to the door. "It could be my parents tho..." I say.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Stizem... (coming...)" I shout, hurrying my walk before unlocking the door.
My heart almost stops when I open it and see who is on the other side.
It's James.
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